Charlie Bickle works for a scumbag named Dale. Dale has Charlie buy up good looking fresh corpses (John and Jane Doe types) to use for harvesting organs and what not for profit. Charlie also has a live-in girlfriend of sorts who is an incredible ball buster from the word go, but he feels sorry for her because she’d been in a debilitating car accident, and takes every type of pill known to mankind for pain.

Autopsy starts getting odd when Charlie shows up to the scene of a pill popper who’s committed suicide, effectively dying young and leaving a good looking corpse (I personally think Jane looks A LOT like a redheaded Carrie – Anne Moss) What’s odd about that you ask? Jane’s talking to Charlie!!! Now at this point we don’t know whether or not Charlie has a unique gift of communicating with the dead, or if Charlie’s just a few beers short of a six-pack, my bet is on the latter.

I do have to give some Credit to Charlie though, he and I have a similar philosopy, and that is: People would be much easier to deal with if they were dead.

From here, Autopsy keeps getting more and more odd, it had me thinking constantly as to the who’s, where’s, what’s and why’s. There were more twists and turns than your lower digestive tract. Charlie’s nucking futs, his boss Dale is freakin’ hilarious always going on tangents, and the relationship between Charlie and Jane just keeps getting more and more curious.

Not necessarily a necrophilia movie, but it’s got a good dose of dark psychological horror, topped with a massive helping of even darker humor. I found myself laughing out loud on more than a few occasions, and wincing in disgust just as much. If you’re a fan of twisted, dark, humorous, psychological horror, then keep an eye out for this one.

6 out of 10 instances of proof that scorned women are incredibly bitchy, even after they're dead.